Keith is placing beer in the fridge and Jesse is sleeping where she fell. ‘Hey, I’m going out to scope the place.’ ‘Wait up, I’ll come with ...ou.’ Outside is a lot warmer then it was inside and the sun is blaring between trees. The crisp, fresh air hits you, and you’re relaxed. Keith cracks open a beer. ‘What is she doing up here man, did you fix this or something, I’m not complaining, just slightly baffled.’ ‘Of course, I’m your buddy and you need some action,’ Taking some swigs of beer. ‘,. Almost illegal, in fact, in her protected little world. ‘I thought it was the other way around, Ms Andersen.’ She walked slowly, thinking, thinking, how to turn the tables on him. He was content to let her dangle: ‘Does not your country seek contact with moderate voices? Voices that can help control the damage?’ ‘Oh? You represent a moderate faction?’ ‘There are those who want dialogue. An exchange of ideas. Yes.’ ‘And you are among those?’ ‘Me? What I am is of no importance. Those who sent me.. "Is it just me, or have you noticed that it doesn't seem to go all the way soft any more? It just kind of hangs there at half-mast. Interesting." She reached down and gave it a few strokes, watching it roar back to full erection. Then, just as quickly, she abandoned it. It throbbed a few times, then, ever so slowly, it painfully deflated again. My mind was buffeted by the waves of pleasure and frustration coursing through me. "Looks like you're ready for round two of this session." she. I adjust my grip to prevent both the wobbling and its accompanying squeak. It occurs to me that this is exactly how the bored-looking priest placed his hands when he was up here. Now I get it. Even in this small room, the collected crowd looks abysmal. The aforementioned priest is seated, now, having delivered his churchy service. There are four old women and two old men from the home, none dressed in black, all seated near the door. I vaguely recognize two of them, but Grandpa never introduced.